Personal Narrative: Instillectomy And Recovery
In November of 2010, I got my tonsils taken out, at eight years old. It really affected me because in the year of 2010 alone, I had already had strep throat about five or six times. It had been going on since we moved to Ohio, from Indiana in 2009, and it was just getting worse. My doctor was worried and we were sent to an ENT doctor, which stands for ears, nose and throat. I still know my doctor and go to get checked every six months. So from my tonsillectomy and recovery, here are the moments I remember.
When we started driving on the morning of the surgery, I was exhausted because the night before, I stayed awake, anxious for the day coming.
What will happen? and how long will it take? and will I be okay? and will I have to stay overnight? and what if I don’t wake up? I thought all of these thoughts to myself that night, making me even more nervous.
My parents tried to calm me down by telling me things like, “everything will be okay,” and, “just think about how much better you will feel in the end.”
Once we entered the surgery center, a lady with long brown hair, like mine, smiled at me as we walked up to the check-in desk. My parents signed some papers and told her my name.
“How old are you,” the lady asked me as she put a white and blue wristband on my wrist, with a very welcoming voice that made me feel safe.
“Eight,” I replied and she gave me a little, soft bear with a shirt that said, “Ohio Surgery Center.”
I was very happy about the bear, it was just something…